Colorful (H.S) | ✔️

47

"Oh my gosh, Ellie," a loud voice shrieks from my room. I wake up in a panic, finding the source. Audrey stands at the foot of my bed, looking horrified. "I know I said he can sleepover, but have some decency!"

I groan, pulling my pillow from under my head and chucking it at her. She laughs in response, catching it effortlessly. I, however, close my eyes and pull the covers to my face.

"I mean," she continues, "you're cute and all, but for Christ's sake, cover your man up."

I jolt up, very aware that Harry sleeps in only his boxers. I peer over at his side, seeing him on top of the blanket, sprawled out. 

Out of instinct, I take my part of the blanket and toss it on top of his limp body. Audrey, who is now snickering, tosses my pillow back to me. 

"I have to say, he packs quite a package." She giggles, walking out the room. 

My face goes red. Before I can throw the pillow at her again, she's out and closes the door behind her. 

Thank goodness he's asleep. I'm absolutely mortified. 

I crawl out of bed and adjust my shirt. I'm in Harry's t-shirt, finding it oddly comforting. I like when I wear his clothes. He most definitely likes it aswell. 

Audrey is in the kitchen, humming as she makes something on the stove. I scrunch my nose at the burning smell.

"Ah, sleeping beauty. About time you rejoined civilization," she mocks, not even turning back to look at me.

I roll my eyes, aware she can't see me. "Kinda hard not to wake up when there's all this screaming going on."

"Harry doesn't seem to mind," she says, with a smirk in her tone. 

I walk closer to see a couple of eggs in a pan. Well, it was eggs. Now it's more like a burnt crisp.

"Whatcha making there?" Amusement is laced in my voice. 

She scoffs. "Eggs, duh."

"Mhh, have fun eating that," I cringe. "I'll probably pick up some breakfast or something."

"Suit yourself," she shrugs. I pat her on the back, knowing she's trying her best. She usually has maids and such to take care of her. She never learned how to cook.

I, on the other hand, have no excuse. Cooking was never on the agenda, so I never bothered learning. 

Before Harry wakes up, I slip back into the covers, making sure I lock the door. I don't want anyone interrupting my quality time.

I stare at Harry's sleeping figure. His chest slowly rises and falls. He looks so sweet when he's asleep, so innocent. 

Like an angel.

I start to touch his face. I slowly trace my fingertips over his jaw. His hand shoots up and grabs mine, eyes wide open.

"Shit, you scared me," he huffs, letting go of my hand.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to wake you," I bite my lip nervously.

He sits up and runs his hand through his messy hair. "It's okay. Good morning." He flashes me a lazy smile, which makes my heart flutter.

"Good morning," I smile back. He leans in for a kiss, but I stop him. "I have morning breath. I should brush."

He laughs and shakes his head. "I don't care Ellie." He brings his head closer to mine, but I move to the side, giving him the cheek.